We all come with "baggage"

Just came back from the trip of my life! London baby!!!

It was my 25th country. Sounds a lot and I feel very very blessed for having the opportunity to travel, to be able to see so many things, walk around so many incredible places with so much history and just sit in a bench in front of the London eye and feel peace.

While being there I thought of the things I’ve lost in my life: my Teddy bear that I used to bring to every country that I visited, my passport with my visas on it, my luggage at the Paris airport, to name a few, but I also thought about my past and others’ and how we’ll never get rid of it, so to this party in our 30s, we all come with “baggage”.

If you think about it, a relationship is a planned trip. You’re excited you booked the tickets (the first date), you prepare for it (you look nice and sharp, comfy shoes, pretty clothes, maybe a drink for the nervousness), you go through security (second and third dates), you show your passport (you talk about your exs), you go to the plane (excitement again, you’re going where you want to), you enjoy the trip even with a little turbulence (the whole relationship), you get to your destiny (he/she is the one!) or the plane crashes (maybe you blame it on the safety features of the Boeing 737 or the guy or girl’s insecurities).

Let’s think you get to your destiny, there you enjoy the view, the new place, its history, the new people you met while being there but… did you bring your baggage?

Baggage comes in all sizes and shapes. Sometimes we have baggage since our childhood (like my Teddy), sometimes it’s formed in our teenage years (my perfume), multiple times in adulthood (my clothes are my own style) and we are who we are according to what we bring on our baggage.

We brought our baggage to London.

There was professionalism, some messiness, family, friends, fun, loads of personality and identity, and above all I admired and respected it just the way I saw it was… and I am glad he did the same with “my baggage”. It was all there, in an unknown place for me but I felt I was no longer carrying it alone. He guided me home, after all he knew the place. We once got lost and took a longer way but we made it baby! I also went for a walk alone because I wanted to know the place by myself and I found the way, and then he met me halfway.

I know some things about next trip but I know nothing about our destination but somehow, it's ok... because I now breathe and it feels lighter, even when he’s holding me tight.